Ib tightly held her sisters hand as they scurried down the street. Ib held the bat firmly in her hand and her eyes darted back and forth, on the look-out for danger. Mary was close to her sisters side, being quiet like Ib had taught her when they were on the move. Mimzy was clutched in her arms and her backpack bounced on her back as she had to slightly run to keep up. Ib froze when she heard talking and immediately pressed against the wall, her sister pressing close to her side as they all but stopped breathing. 

Ib cautiously peeked around the corner and saw a lot of people. Her face paled and she pressed back against the wall, hand tightening on the bat. She glanced back the way they had come but knew they couldn't go back. A group of men had almost captured them and they had barely managed to get away. The 15 year-old bit her lip, running through their options.